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Chloe Michaels
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let me introduce myself
ask-memes:
1. the meaning behind my url
2. a picture of me
3. tattoos i have
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6. favorite band
7. biggest turn off(s)
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20. anything you want to ask
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Anonymously tell me the kind of person you think I'd fall in love with.
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fmlfox:
That was something that Fox wouldn’t have expected when he was sober, and definitely didn’t expect now that he was drunk. He yelped, the blow to the stomach catching him off-guard. “Who is that? Chloe?” He tried twisting his head to get a glimpse of the blonde, but he couldn’t because of her death-grip on him. It said a lot that he couldn’t even properly recognise her voice, but she had one that was distinctive enough for him to be able to narrow it down to just the one person. “I just wanted to know if you ever wanted to be a meme! Can you let me go? This actually hurts a fair bit.” He waited patiently, although his arm felt like it was on fire.
“Oh, right, sorry,” Chloe let go of his arm at his request, watching him as he stood up straight again. “Sorry, but that was your own fault. Who goes around at night jumping on people to ask them if they ever wanted to be a meme?” she shook her head.
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rinaxanderson:
“Also kind of boring,” the brunette turned her nose up. Her own distaste for cops was lacing through her words. “A date’s a date,” Rina spoke, looking at Chloe and smiling. “She’s either going to like you or she isn’t. No use in fretting,”
“Better than nuns. -Yeah I know, it’s just this not liking me part I’m a little worried about,” she laughed, smoothing down her clothes nervous.
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casparjones:
Caspar shook his head. “It’s complicated.” She was right about Angel though, as far as he knew. He was starting to wonder how well they actually knew each other, and only hoped they weren’t particularly close. “He should’ve fucking told me why. Or something. I spent years wondering what I did wrong and I didn’t fucking do anything.”
“I’ve never actually had a real realationship or something close to it, so I’m not really the right one for advice in that department,” Chloe noted, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. “But hey, if he actually got worried about this stuff and you kept thinking about it... maybe that’s a sign.”
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@miriam818: @chloesunicorn There's a point to being sick???
@chloesunicorn: lying in bed all day doing nothin, catching up on 90's anime?? just to name a few
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@sloanelytbh: @chloesunicorn do you own a unicorn? one time I dressed up as one for a costume party and everyone thought that I was weird.
@chloesunicorn: i own several unicorns.. pictures or it didn't happen :p
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ncufragio:
‘ i spent three hours listening to my mother lecture me about the importance of marriage before you turn twenty five. i don’t know if i want to curl up and cry about it, or have a shit ton of alcohol so i could forget about having this conversation in general. ’
“Are you telling me I only have a little over 3 months left to get married? Well, fuck me. I never felt as old as I do right now.”
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gabrielxspecter:
“Ya Ibn el Sharmouta-” Gabriel swore under his breath, glaring at the person in front of him. “How hard is it to carry a cup of coffee without spilling it on somebody else?”
“How hard is it not to put your bag in the middle of the way?” hloe countered with a glare herself.
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casparjones:
Caspar shook his head, not sure how to begin explaining it. “It’s complicated. As far as I can tell, he’s so terrified of getting hurt that he broke up with me before I could hurt him. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I know I’m a flight risk, but I wasn’t going to fucking catch a plane and leave. Not to him.”
“Hm..” she murmed, thinking. “Feelings don’t always make sense. We all struggle in one way or another and love especially can be really scary when you’re struggling. Maybe he was scared of how much he actually liked you. He doesn’t really seem like the kind of guy to me to have experienced that before, actually for real liking someone and them liking him back. When that happened with you he was probably scared of it. The fact that you don’t stay very long in one place just added onto that.”
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aureliist:
“ It’s so hot that I could fall asleep under the sun, but I don’t wish to burn….”
“You know there’s this cool thing called sun creme? Some of it actually works.”
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fmlfox:
Approaching a random person in the street without pausing to try and check if he knew them or not, Fox placed his hands on their shoulders and stared into their eyes. Working so much from early morning to mid-afternoon meant he wasn’t able to get drunk and party as much as he would have liked, but he had a few days off. Drunk was too mild a word to describe him. “Listen, this is a serious question. Would you rather become famous overnight for a viral video, or for a meme? Answer carefully. It’s for science.”
Pulling out the headband from where it had hold her short hair up in a ponytail the night, Chloe let out a yawn on her way to her car, (a Mini she had very creatively named Minnie Mouse). Watching those around her, some on their way home from work just like herself, others on their way to the next bar, Chloe let out a longing sigh, it had been a while since she’d been out getting drunk herself. Already spotting her car only a few feet away, Chloe let out a surprised squeal when someone grabbed her by the shoulders out of nowhere. She didn’t even hear the mans words over the pounding of her heart as she grabbed one of his arms, kicking him into his stomach with her knee, before twisting his arm around and onto his back. Only then she realised who the men was, which made her heart pound even more. “Fox? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she almost yelled, still holding his arm tightly behind his back.
#fmlfox#c: fox#idk??? have this????#also sorry about the gif but couldnt find something better#and look at that kick xD
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noeelk:
noel walked around aimlessly, cursing herself for not brushing up on her high school spanish as she struggled to find anyone to point her towards the beach she was looking for. maybe it was a good thing, she didn’t usually take tips from old men sitting on street corners but he had kind eyes and she was trying to be more spontaneous so she had pulled her sun hat a little more snugly around her ears and headed off to try and find what he had called the best beach in all of marbella. “is there any chance you know where this is?” she asked, flinging a piece of paper towards the next person she walked past, not even bothering to look at them properly or attempt to say it in spanish.
Looking up from her phone when she was stopped by someone, Chloe was about to just keep walking, not exactly in the mood to listen to yet another organisation trying to get people to sign up for yet another 10 year membership. Only when she noticed the slightly desperate tone of the girl’s question, Chloe puther phone back into the backpocket of her shorts and had a look at the piece of paper. “Yeah, that way, just about hm, 800 kilometers I’d say,” she pointed into the direction she thought north was. Not that it really mattered if the direction was right, the girl was in the wrong city if she wanted to go to that beach.
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casparjones:
Caspar shook his head. “I’m not mad at him. I’m done with being mad. It just-” he shrugged, not sure how to finish his sentence. He closed himself off to everybody and everything for this exact reason. Caspar was sick of getting hurt. “I thought I was done with feeling like this.”
“It’d be nice if it was as easy as that,” she sighed. “Can I ask what he said?”
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officerleah:
It was probably a bad idea to have drank wine before her date, but she couldn’t help it. She was incredibly nervous, understandably so, and wine was supposed to help. Instead, it somehow compelled her to go from just buying one plastic axe to buying the whole box and tapping them to herself. At least the wine helped her to be slightly less embarrassed about the whole thing, even if she was still a little tipsy. When the doorbell rang out, Leah groaned, hobbling over to the front door to open it eagerly with a smile. “Chloe,” she smiled warmly, “I’d uh-I’d hug you but-” she lifted her arms, stiff and clunky with plastic axes firmly taped down. God, she made a note never to drink wine before a date ever again.
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Not even drinking something beforehnd could have prepared Chloe for what she was met with when she eventually arrived at the ‘Casa de Caspar and Leah’ as she decided to call it from now on, and Leah opened the door. Sure she had said she’d be covered in axes, but usually when Chloe wrote about anything simliar with friends they didn’t actually end up covered in plastic axes when meeting up later. So when Leah opened the door, Chloe couldn’t help but laugh. No hello, no how are you. Just happy and honest laughing. It took her a while to calm down enough to say anything, “I can’t believe this.” Shaking her head, Chloe was clutching her side with one hand, the other covering her mouth as she tried to stop laughing at the sight in front of her.
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